Joss eyed John with a firm look as she made her way over to them as he stood with Finch, Shaw, and Fusco in Columbus Park. "Care to explain last night, John?" she demanded. They've been dating all of a week and having a wonderful time of it, including the date that the machine meddled on. It had been nice being alone with him and he had been so relaxed almost playful, which she was sure was why the machine meddled in the first place, and it ended with them necking. She didn't remember the last time she just made out with a man. Two nights ago they finally consummated their new relationship; sex was fun but sex with John was out of this world amazing. She couldn't wait to have him home tonight and have a repeat of a night of making love.

Shaw let out a loud sigh of relief. "Good, she's mad at Reese and not me."

Joss shifted her gaze from John to Shaw. "Oh, I'm mad at all of you because of this…" she countered as she unrolled the newspaper she held and held it out to display the front page. "John, you three made the front page!"

He narrowed his eyes on the photograph. "You can't tell that's me; I'm facing from the back," he reassured.

Joss tilted her head with a snort. "I can recognize that cute behind anywhere!" she argued.

Fusco made a face before he whined, "Carter, please…"

She rolled her eyes as she shifted her gaze onto John. "We can't have a repeat of what we went through with Donnelly; the man in the suit has to remain put to bed. The only person who puts handcuffs on my man is me." she stated not heeding Fusco's wish.

Shaw smirked. "I knew you were into kinky stuff, Carter."

Joss ignored her as she rolled the newspaper back up and pointed it at John. "I'd be angrier if it was your face plastered all over the paper but please be careful; now that I have you I'm not letting you go," she murmured.

John's unreadable face slipped a little as it softened. "I'll be careful Joss," he promised.

"You better," she replied before walking past him but unable to resist the impish urge to swat his behind with the paper. John looked over his shoulder with a smile on his face; she smiled slyly knowing he was going to get her back for it and couldn't wait for his retaliation.